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Cristi Cain




“Everything you can imagine is real”

“Everything you can imagine is real”


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“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”


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“Is sex dirty? Only when it’s being done right.”

“Is sex dirty? Only when it’s being done right.”


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“I would always rather be happy than dignified

“I would always rather be happy than dignified


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“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”


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We love the things we love for what they are

We love the things we love for what they are


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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”


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Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound


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“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”


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We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.


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